[Intro: Benzino]
  Niggas don't want it
  These niggas don't want it
  Niggas don't want it
    [Benzino]
  Benzino.. take your best shot
    [Chorus: Benzino]
  Niggas don't want it
  These niggas don't want it
  These niggas don't want it...
  Niggas don't want it
  These niggas don't want it
  Niggas don't want it
    [Benzino]
  Ashtray for the roaches
  Shift up V-12 ferocious
  In the 6, big gats and hostess
  Beneath city lights, niggas get ready
  Make sure you hold your gun right, shoot steady
  Stop shakin, betta bust that nigga
  Feel the rush when you squeeze that trigga
  You only get one chance, one opportunity
  Take your best shot - nigga get through to me
  The war's on once again, ground zero
  Made Men, let's take it to the end
  When the smoke clears - I be the only one left
  Fight niggas to the death, you can't win
  Understand me Lord, forgive me for my sins
  Benzino.. been killin.. been stealin..
  Been sellin.. niggas stop tellin..
  Been robbin.. been shockin.. been rockin..
  I blow up spots - Fuck bin Laden!
  Can't you understand real niggas don't die? (Niggas don't want it)
  Just light a candle up in the middle of July
  Anybody pop shit and don't want to die...
  I know the reason why...
    [Chorus w/ variations]
    [Benzino]
  Er'body run for they life, take cover
  I rip mics unlike no other
  Rosary and wife beater's, ice grill
  Cowards show heaters, but don't want to kill
  Bitch tight for real, what the deal?
  How you gonna wanna go the whole 9...
  When you scared to hold a 9?
  9 o' clock come you got 15 minutes
  7 days away dogg, gotta get in it (Niggas don't want it)
  I ain't backin up from nobody, no crew
  No man - especially not you
  You ain't ready for the big game
  Clothesline that bitch, make him know my name
  I'm going deep like Moss
  Make you pay a high price if you don't know the cost
  Ain't nothin I'd kill for a cause
  Stay high, steady ride ill cars
  Burn that hash, brizza roll that weed
  Let me show you why these fake cats don't know me
  Hangmen hang 'em high, hold fire, til you see the white's in they eye
  The enemy's at the gate, on the front line
  It gets ugly when I go for mine
  Grab the microphone, spread the prophecy
  Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me
  More, he's up to no good, stop watching me
  This year, my year just watch and see, motherfucker
    [Chorus 2.5x w/ variations & Benzino ad libs]